Delia's pov
It was evening when I returned to the palace. The setting sun cast an orange glow on the white marble walls of the palace. The whole palace had lost the haughty look of the day, and showed gentleness.
I looked at Susanna and Alen, who were waiting for us at the door, and felt a sense of relief.
"Sis, look. The palace looks like a big marmalade cake under the setting sun." Vivian rubbed her belly and muttered.
Alen touched Vivian's hair. He smiled as he listened to her and handed her something while Susanna and I were talking.
Susanna was as serious as ever. Her gray eyes hid all her emotions perfectly. She looked at me and whispered, “How was the party today, Miss?”
"Today's party, I think everything is OK," I murmured.
I was silent for a few seconds, thinking of Catheri
